21 January 2015

for what ails you

choose the blood oranges over the regular ones. the building with the bright red door, the socks with the lime green stripes. drive down the street with the pink house, you know the one. wear the mustard yellow tights, the cherry red boots, the little pin with the turquoise stone. eat all the skittles, all of them. paint the toes neon pink. buy the lemon yellow notebook instead of the black one, the brand new box of crayons, if only to marvel at their perfection. pick up a book for the color of the spine alone, care not about the contents. bring home the greenest succulents, the orangiest tulips. cruise the paint chip aisle at the hardware store like a swinger on a saturday night.

rainbow sprinkles. rainbow sprinkles on everything. and straws. the colored ones, the striped ones. slice up your lemons, slice up your limes. now is the time for little paper umbrellas, now is time for maraschino cherries in tiny glass jars. seek out the bright things that live in dark thrift store corners and bring them home, one by one. that plastic chartreuse planter, that royal blue band uniform, that ridiculous magenta hat. bring them home, if only for a little while.

because, january. february. and sometimes the other months too. another round of color//colour loverswith sweet xanthebecause she asked, would I fancy another round? yes, I said. yes. and you are hereby cordially invited to play along. because, well, january.

i've been somewhat silently following your blog for a few years, since my friend kelley pointed me in this direction. and i've gotta tell you: sometimes i almost want to cry for the joy it brings me to know that there are people who romance life as you do. i love the way you seek the magic.

harriet, I want to thank you. and tell you just how much your words mean to me. because sometimes it's hard, it's really really hard. but I believe in the everyday magic, even when it's hard to see. xo